SOUL FRIEND

“Without you, I would just be a lost dying star spinning endlessly and aimlessly across the vast universe.” [….click to read the full post]

We aren’t just best friends.
What we are is beyond they ever defined bond like us.
They call our love like that of soulmates,
and yet we are more like the twin-flames.
 
Our college Professor was right!
We are mirrors of each other.
Different, yet exactly the same.
 

You are the love of my life.

 
And I still can’t fathom how two different souls
are made up of the exact same cosmic consciousness,
karmic energy, and similar destinies!
 
Tragic yet fulfilling because we are wiser
despite it, in spite of it and because of it — together. ♡
 
Without you, I would just be a lost dying star
spinning endlessly and aimlessly
across the vast universe.
 
With you, I know the galaxy where I fit in.
And when I don’t fit in it anymore,
I know I never have to explore this vast universe alone.
I have you. 

I love you. ❤️💕

XOXO ♡ 


© Fiona Crystal Oct 12, 2019 |  01:58 PM
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Broken

 “Perhaps no one loves the broken in her.” [….click to read the full post]

March 28 2015, 05:31 PM

He never really loved her.

Did he?
If he really did then he would have
cared for the despair she feels.
He would have felt her broken heart,
and seen the tears in her eyes.
He would have thrown away his pride,
and held her tight in his arms.
He would have soothed her sobs. 
And would have whispered in her ear –
“Darling, I am here and it is all going to be alright.”

Perhaps no one loves
the broken in her.

Sept 19, 2017 | 11:27 PM

Perhaps no one loves
the broken in her.

And so the ghost that lives with her
watches her struggle to sleep,
While the pillow soaks her tears
and muffled cries
every time she weeps.

XOXO ♡ 

© Fiona Crystal May 18, 2020 | 02:49 PM
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Terminal Pain

“All this time I thought this crippling pain will go away!” [….click to read the full post]

All this time I thought this crippling pain will go away and I will be fine.

But the truth is it never does go away really.

I am just learning to live with it.
Smiling in the middle of the pain.
Crying in the middle of the night.

And then going back to sleep.

This is a life with terminal pain and an invisible sickness.

The pain that you experience 24*7 and the lack of awareness that others have around…makes life a living hell.
XOXO


© Fiona Crystal July 11, 2018 | 01:31 PM
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Only you don’t know…

“Don’t you see what is happening?
I can’t touch you but I still can feel your skin. Only you don’t know…
We already meet.” [….click to read the full post]

If you could see inside my mind,
My lips are kissing yours.
The edges of my tongue tasting you.
Moans escaping from our throat, of the wild kind.
While my fingers are traveling down inch by inch;
Seeking the universe where our galaxies meet.

Don’t you see what is happening?
I can’t touch you but I still can feel your skin.


You aren’t near me, yet I am burning with your heat!
Our breath gets shallow,
My core melts from within.
And so the stars drip from the spaces between.
Oh darling! I found the universe where our galaxies fit. ♡

Only you don’t know…
We already meet.

XOXO ♡ 

© Fiona Crystal Jan 17, 2019 | 04:26 AM 
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Shackled feathers

“She was made of glitters.
But glitters that no more shine. She has been trapped in so much darkness that there is no light.” [….click to read the full post]

She was made of glitters.

But glitters that no more shine.

 
She has been trapped in so much darkness that there is no light.
No light to escape enough to reflect and shine.
 
Her spine was made for wings.
But the wings that no more remember how to fly.
For they have been closed and shackled for long.
Long enough that they are numb no matter how much she tried.
 
She had an itch inside her heart;
An itch to feel her feathers, to feel the wind touching against her cheeks.
An itch to swim in the clouds, to smoke the cold mist.
 
She is longing to take flight, and escape the walls that surround her.
But alas! her feet are bound by chains of the anchor,
that is lying inside the deep bed of a tempestuous ocean.
And no one dares to dive in and pull it back.
 
For she is tired she drops down on her knees.
A sob escapes her throat,
 

A teardrop is set free.

XOXO


© Fiona Crystal Nov 26, 2015 | 03:59 PM
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My Wings

“They took my wings away. They took it off my spine and sent me here.” [….click to read the full post]

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They took my wings away.
They took it off my spine and sent me here.
They were afraid that I would break the rules.
That I will fly in front of the mortals.
And then everyone would know!
Everyone would know that beings like us are real.
They were afraid of my impulse.

They despised my heaven filled soul — that could even see goodness in demons.

They were afraid of the depths of my mind — that could reach even the darkness in the Gods.

I was one of their different kind.
My feathers would turn black from white, and white from black in no time.
Faith would rush through my soul and fill my every star dust.
My prayers to our lord, would echo through the million skies.
Passion would flow through my veins.
And the thumping of my heart would deafen their ears.
I was Yin and Yang.
I was a devil and an angel.
I was their darkness and their light at the same time.
So they snatched my wings away and dropped me down.
And here I am free falling.
Still trying to make myself ready for the hit on my body and heart.

I am scared.

XOXO


© Fiona Crystal Feb 18, 2019 | 06:05 AM
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